Jorge yelled out in surprise as Ravage suddenly shot up into the air, taking the Spartan with him, before crashing back down.

"Oof!"

When Ravage caught his fourth punch and bit down on his wrist, his shields flashed and began to drain rapidly. Then Kraft's shot caused him to bite down even harder. Jorge's shields dissipated, and the Decepticon's teeth hit his armor. Luckily, the armor was much tougher than bone, but given enough time and force, it would eventually start to crumple. Using his other hand, Jorge attempted to tear Ravage away from him.

The doors slid shut. With a hiss of air being sealed and the gentle whump of ignition, the pod launched away from the Tantive IV, heading downwards towards the desert planet that hung below. As it did so, time stopped aboard the ship.

PRIMARY WIN CONDITIONS ACHIEVED

said a voice-or, more accurately, a thought that seemed to come out of nowhere and hang in everyone's heads.

Ravage hissed and growled in anger, wincing as the Spartan's fist struck his damaged optic and causing him to let go of Jorge's wrist. This also had the effect of knocking his head to one side, allowing him to see that the princess and her robots were all entering the pod.

"No! You won't escape me, princess!"

Ravage spat with rage, turning so that his rocket was no longer keeping him on the floor, but propelling him to the pod at a blinding speed.

Unfortunately, this merely caused him to slam into the blast door just as time stopped, leaving him frozen in the process of a high-speed faceplant.

When Ravage finally let go of Jorge's wrist and left, the Spartan hastily crawled towards his weapon. Just as he laid a hand on it, the massive voice spoke. He froze in place, staying silent for a few seconds.

Hahli, still carrying Threepio, found herself back in that same choking darkness that brought her to the ship.

She awoke- back in her Ga-Metru apartment, with no protocol droid in sight. Had it all been a nightmare?, she wondered to herself. Curiously, she opened the door, only to be confronted with the same hallway she had seen earlier.

No... she thought. She sighed, knowing that she was still stuck here for reasons unknown.

Before Jorge could say anything else, he blacked out. When he woke up, he found himself back in the same apartment he started out in. He blinked several times; this was jarring as hell.

"...Okay?" The Spartan slid out of bed and picked up his HMG, which was set up against the wall. He was still wearing his helmet. The supersoldier wondered if this was how it was going to be after each challenge. "Better get used to it, then," He said to himself as he opened the door.

Yep, it was the same hallway. Jorge walked out to find Hahli exiting her room. "Hey," Jorge greeted, walking over to the Toa and setting his gun down beside him.

"...Are you alright? Things were pretty rough back there. You were almost finished." Then the Spartan noticed the SAS operative walk out as well.

"Roach. Good to see you're still with us...thanks for the support, by the way."

Ravage wasn't quite sure what just happened. One moment, he had been involuntarily introducing his muzzle to a reinforced blast door; the other, he had come to on the bed in that same Spartan chamber as before.

Something was different about it, though; where once the walls had been bare, now they were gleaming metal, and every available spot on their surfaces was embossed with the familiar emblem of the Decepticons.

Curious, the jaguar padded over to his mirror and noted, with some confusion, that the damage he'd sustained mere moments ago seemed to have been repaired; how this was possible, he couldn't say.

Ravage padded over to the door, deciding that such mysteries could wait...for now. It slid into the ceiling with a hiss, and he stalked into a strange hallway which he could not recall seeing before; his ears went flat against his head when he saw the others, but this time he restrained himself.

Cirno found herself back in her frozen room. She stomped her foot in frustration and said "oooohhhh I was so close!" She walked out of her room this time instead of hovering and looked down both ends of the hall way. "How many more games are we going to have to play?" She asked out loud.

Ravage nodded once in acknowledgement of Hahli and prowled past the others, heading towards Cirno's position. The little winged humanoid was rather like a protoform in her mindset, but she was powerful...and if the jaguar's time as an agent of the Predacon Secret Police had taught him anything, it was that individuals who displayed such traits could easily be led.

Cirno, taking Eddie's comment as rubbing it in, turned to him and blew a raspberry at him while yelling "Jerk!" She turned back to the panther and asked "Is there even a private place in here? This place is confusing."

"Well, Cirno, you were beaten that easily because we had the strength in numbers." He crossed his arms. "We worked together to reach our go- I mean, win the game. You have a better chance at winning if you're with a group...especially one you can trust."

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